As the sun begins to rise, in a world so soft and grey,
I wander down a hidden trail where silence gently sways.
The river whispers stories of the nights we danced away,
While shadows weave around my heart, lost in the break of day.
On the stone bridge, I stand alone, where memories drift and blend,
The echoes of a feathered voice, where the earth and sky commend.
With each step on this twisted path, I find both peace and strife,
The crackling fire of our laughter still lingers in my life.
Chasing dreams through ancient woods, we carved our names in air,
The tales of love and fleeting time, a treasure we would share.
With every breath, a summer's breeze brings back the warmth we found,
Underneath the sprawling trees, our hearts knew no bound.
So let the mist embrace me as the dawn reveals its grace,
With a song upon the wind, I’ll find you in this place.
In the quiet of the morning, where the world begins anew,
I'll carry every moment, every whispered word from you.
When the stars begin to fade, and the day breaks with its flame,
I’ll remember all the laughter, in the stillness of your name.
Hand in hand, we'll walk again, where the river bends so free,
Together in the morning light, you’ll always walk with me.
Folk
Misty dawn, stone bridge, crackling fire, feathered voice, hidden trail
Folk
Misty dawn, stone bridge, crackling fire, feathered voice, hidden trail